From a box of light and sound grew a mesmerizing inspiration;

 

it reflected upon her own flaws, the dream which she indeed was in search of becoming.

 

Hopes of an individual changed in the blink of an eye.

 

 

 

A struggle- with self esteem and appearances- the cruel intentions of the world that enveloped

 

her.

 

The words and facial expressions crushing.

 

Prejudices passed through the generations had come down upon one child's shoulders.

 

 

 

I- wanted a change;

 

What was to remind me of this shift I wanted to instill?

 

 

 

The Vow,

 

This event,

 

My event.

 

My moment of impact!

 

My nature and what I was to become, veering.

 

 

 

Surrounded by dingy walls I glanced up into a mirror.

 

It held my gaze; this shining surface that I had looked at for years with disgust.

 

My face... my body I knew was not “ideal”;

 

 

 

These two mirrors set to an infinite reflection;

 

and with that my hair began to fall.

 

 

 

Each piece that fell shattered;

 

each shard breaking into a million pieces and becoming nothing but dust;

 

the inconsolable pain of a struggling child stilled.

 

 

 

I emerged...

 

not grown nor yet my whole self

 

but stronger,

 

with courage to change.

 

I emerged with eyes wide

 

filled with awe and a shimmering light,

 

and in that split moment I loved myself:

 

 

 

Bald

 

 

 

I had never seen myself so vulnerable, so naked, but so ready to take on the world.

 

 

“I am the sum of my moments of impact.”

 

Had I not

 

I would never truly love myself

 

Nor my destiny.